the streets are full of hours
the hours filled with a labyrinth song
our faces risk a strange engulfing
we are so benevolent with lying to ourselves
my love has a dervish spin,
my mind is on a nightwatch
down the rabbit hole
so loud the world its disparate pulses,
unbearable conundrums
we should learn more from tears
what if my love is the worm
inside the apple
what if your love is oblivious
like an empty womb
all I have is this feeling
like a spine. of course
certainty is not in fact possible
especially on untouched
lips
Sep 10, 2023
Sep 10, 2023 at 3:49 PM UTC
the streets are full of hours
the hours filled with a labyrinth song
our faces risk a strange engulfing
we are so benevolent with lying to ourselves
my love has a dervish spin,
my mind is on a nightwatch
down the rabbit hole
so loud the world its disparate pulses,
unbearable conundrums
we should learn more from tears
what if my love is the worm
inside the apple
what if your love is oblivious
like an empty womb
all I have is this feeling
like a spine. of course
certainty is not in fact possible
especially on untouched
lips
